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I STILL WON’T DRIVE A MINI-VAN

In this raucous take on domestic life, Kevin Broccoli—one of our nation’s foremost syndicated columnists—puts together a mixture of humor and pathos all dealing with his children and partner of twenty years, George Clooney. Follow him through his incredible, and sadly short-lived, career as a theater actor only to give it all up after adopting his twins, Luke and Spencer. He discusses with humbleness and honesty how he decided to become a syndicated columnist and keep adopting children even when offered the lead role in the Broadway revival of GRAND HOTEL. At the heart of this book is the theme of love taming the wild man, the love Kevin found with one of the nation’s hottest actors when they met at the Met, the national outcry not over the shock of Clooney’s sexuality being revealed, or the age difference, but simply the envy of women and gay men everywhere. It also about the love of parent and children. Read about the twins, who grew up to be dual veterinarians, Kevin’s daughter Lexi who followed in father’s early footsteps and is now on Broadway in DANGEROUS MINDS: THE MUSICAL, his other daughter Eliza Beth (not Elizabeth, the names must be seperated) who writes erotic novels under one pen name and cookbooks under her real name, and his youngest son Turner, who sadly disappeared in the jungles of Bolivia two years ago. This is the story of a father, a husband, and a settled soul.

AM I A BITCH FOR WANTING EVIAN?

Who hasn’t wondered what goes on behind the scenes of New York theater life? Let Kevin Broccoli, one of country’s oldest and most respected theater actors (who also has a string of movie flops longer than Heather Graham’s) take you into the world of Broadway, off-Broadway, and Poughkeepsie Community Theater. Read as Kevin turns down the opportunity to start a family, opting instead to be in the Broadway revival of GRAND HOTEL, only to have it close after three performances when critics found his portrayal of the lead character quote—“Not all that grand.” See him bounce back when he takes on the role of William Taft in the musical TAFT IS DAFT, earning him his first Tony Award. He admits to his temper tantrums, and confronts speculation about being called a divo—“Is it my fault that I’m on my twelfth personal assistant?” Also, and most intriguing of all, he finally talks abou the PCT scandal that almost ruined him, and what happened that fateful night when he, Dakota Fanning, and Lil Bow Wow went out on a boat and only two of them returned. This is the work of a great actor, but more importantly, it is a novel by the man who won seven Emmy’s in one year—a record never matched—for playing all seven brothers in the mini-series SEVEN BRIDES FOR SEVEN BROTHERS. If you’re looking for the stage, ask Kevin Broccoli where it is.

IS YOUR GUY NAMED AFTER A VEGETABLE?

One of the most interesting people of the twenty-first century finally talks about his life in this touching and truthful memoir. Kevin was merely twenty-three when he decided to give up a life of materialism and homosexuality and become a professional GUESS WHO player. He won the national title at the age of twenty-seven, and then went on to win the SCRABBLE, RISK, and SHOOTS AND LADDERS titles earning him the Board Game Magazine Player of the Year award five years in a row. After attaining his last title, he moved to Tibet where he taught the Dalai Llama the Zen in CANDYLAND and BATTLESHIP. He is believed to be the first man to say “You sunk my submarine” to the DL. At the age of forty-three he moved back to the States where he opened a school/cult that focused on finding the meaning of life in the game of LIFE. When the school was shut down by the government, Kevin disappeared from the public eye until resurfacing just last week with this book, which explains where he went during his absence (Hint: It involves MONOPOLY.) You’ll be fascinated by this portrait of one of history’s most revered and puzzling men.

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